Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 20 years old I found a public washroom in a local department store off the interstate that had two stalls tucked in the back of a bathroom. The first time I used the washroom, I realized that it had been frequented by gay men who boasted of their exploits, in that very cubicle by writing on the walls. Admittedly it was a thrill to go in there every few weeks and read the new inscriptions...guys talking openly about when they would meet other men, sucking them off and taking it up the ass. Seemed there were about four or five regulars, although I never saw anyone else in that washroom, at least not until one summer day in the afternoon when I was out goofing off. I walked into the washroom and parked myself down on the toilet, locking the door. As usual I began reading, and also fondling my cock, which was exposed since I was sitting on the toilet like I was taking a dump. I would read a little of the graffiti on the walls, wondering what it would be like to get sucked off by someone who really wanted to suck a man off, and I heard someone enter the bathroom. Once before, a few weeks earlier, someone had entered, but had just pissed in a urinal and left--probably a customer. I noticed that most of the writings talked about night-time encounters, so I figured it was just another guy taking a leak--it was broad daylight and I could not imagine guys getting sucked at 3 in the afternoon--too risky. This time I heard the man washed his hands first, then proceeded into the very next stall, presumably to go to the bathroom. I continued to pull at my cock, and it was plenty stiff and ready for action if this guy wanted to do me--I had decided to let him suck me off if that is what it took to have an orgasm that afternoon. I was extremely nervous and edgy, although it felt wonderful--a real thrill ride. I looked to my right, and noticed that a tiny hole just above the toilet paper rack was filled with a very brown, excited eyeball, watching me stroke my cock. I continued, slowing down my hand movements and really putting on a show. Although I was nervous as hell and had butterflies in my stomach, I continued stroking with my hand and watching the semen appear at the tip. My neighbor was really enjoying this. I heard him get up and open his stall door, and the next thing I knew he was peeking in through the crack of my door at me, looking down at me sitting there. He pushed open the door slightly, and I hoarsely whispered to him "What do you want to do?", thinking he would kneel down and suck me off. However, he entered the stall, which was now very cramped, and he closed the door behind himself--I realized there was no way he was going to kneel down simply because there was no room, and he was wearing a nice suit (I was dressed in gym shorts, now at my ankles, and a T-shirt). I was mesmerized as he began undoing his own suit pants, and pulled them down, his eyes almost begging me to go down on him. I said quietly "I have never sucked a man before", and he very gently spoke: "It's okay" as he pulled his cock out from his white jockeys above the elastic. It was not a big cock, probably 4-5 inches, but the skin looked really smooth and pink, the head bulbous and tight-skinned. The head was probably half the size of the entire cock, and I though it would probably get much larger once we started. With my own hard-on lying against my exposed thigh, he moved forward and my lips took the whole head right in, the full fleshiness of it invigorating. There was no taste other than flesh, but he put both hands on my shoulders and began slowly rocking as I sucked. At first I sucked hard, inhaling the cock, but he told me to slow down and just use my lips without suction...I slowed the tempo and let him basically slow fuck my mouth. "Now just tighten your lips a little, don't actually suck..." he said softly. He closed his eyes and fondled my ear lobes. He relaxed, and continued rocking forward and backward, his butt and shoulders hitting the closed door each time he pulled away. Now I began to taste a certain salty bitterness, but the fleshiness muted it considerably. I looked up into his blue eyes, a blonde mustache above his sensuous smile. "Keep going..." is all he said in a hushed whisper. His cock never got much bigger, maybe maxed out at 5 inches, but the shaft got considerably harder and thicker. The balls were like grapes inside the taut skin of his scrotum, and I began massaging them. "No", he moaned "run your fingers along the skin between my asshole and my balls". I lightly stroked that area between his asshole and balls, from back to front, and I noticed a new rhythm in his rocking. He began to slow down, almost straining in pleasure as he came to an almost complete halt. He cupped his hands around my head and ears as I felt a rush of semen fill my mouth--for a smallish cock, he had a huge load (probably hadn't come in a while was my guess). I swallowed quickly, but his second spurt refilled my mouth so quickly that I instinctively spit that mouthful on the floor. A quick short gush hit my left cheek as I turned to the right to spit the wad out and startled me--but it felt wonderfully degrading in a different way. I quickly covered his dick with my mouth again and let him half-fill it once more before he stopped cumming--I smeared the cum on my cheek with my left hand, and reached for some toilet paper. "So, you swallowed some, and you spit some--why?" he asked me sincerely. "Just took me by surprise--I didn't mind swallowing at all," I answered. He smiled. "I owe you one", he said. I thought it might be a little awkward switching positions now, but I was ready because I hadn't cum yet myself, and my dick was overloaded at this point. He looked down at my stiff 7-inches with real lust, and I wondered how it would feel to get head from a man with a mustache, although he had beautiful lips, like an Italian girl. As I began to stand up so we could switch, I heard the washroom door open again. He tensed up. "Uh, oh" was all he said as he opened the door and backed out while pulling up his trousers and doing his belt back up. He glanced at me one more time--I could tell he really wanted to suck me off, but quickly left the washroom. I heard another man enter the stall next to me, but I quickly stood up and flushed the toilet, trying to make the man think maybe I had been going to the bathroom (who was I kidding?). Washing my hands, I looked over to see a pair of black shoes in the stall, and heard a cigarette light. This guy was going to stay a while. With the taste of cum in my mouth I left the bathroom, got a drink from the water fountain right outside the door, and hustled into the store to look around for my satisfied man...hoping I could re-establish contact with him and get my blow job. But I couldn't find him, and left a frustrated, horny man. I went in there a few more times at the same time of day, but never ran into that man again. I gave up and never went back there. (Oh, yes, I did go home that day and jacked off, re-visualizing that wonderful moment when I sucked him off and tasted a man's cum for the first time. Always wondered what happened to him--wouldn't mind doing that again.)